Tulip Rage

Every day I wake to rage.
And turning over on the pavement
What he wants is something more.
There is no dissocia. There is no
Such whore. No such
Dice-chucking imbecility! No
There is only
Hope, a-ring
Cobras
Hoods
And hoodies
Driving me up and out of the City
Toward the Woods

I pick a flower from a grave
And experience my tulip rage

The rebellion overflows
And even he knows
That Caretaker there
Not to question me
This raggedy man with the
Yellow flower
Even he would not dare
With his weapon there
Asleep at his side
Electric

I take it
I take it
And go away from graves
Stumbling drunk on dice
But ever so alive

Blood on my brow
Sweat in my eyes

This city is too much
Too too much
Even for me
Even for us

All is lusting
All is lust

Oh, the Caretaker is coming my way.

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